blogging, burgers, birthdays, and brooms

So I have been neglecting my blog lately. I'm sorry. It could be worse. Jeff hasn't posted since Christmas. (Yuletide Musings anyone?) Don't even get me started on Joel. But I digress. I'm back, and I have some mindless things to say.

I had a really good hamburger today. Do you ever see a commercial for something and the advertising does its job so well that you run out and get/eat whatever it was, only to be sorely disappointed? Well, I have seen this particular Ruby Tuesday commercial for their Triple Prime burger, and we finally got there today (to celebrate my mother-in-law's birthday) and I got it. I was not one bit disappointed. I think it was one of the best hamburgers I have ever eaten. I'm still reveling in the scrumptiousness of it!

Jackson is the coolest kid ever. He is almost 14 months, and he is running around and babbling like crazy. Someone pointed out that I didn't write him a letter for 13 months (which was April 19th) and asked if I am done with that now that he is 1. Here's the thing. I'm not done, because it's one of my favorite things to do. But there really isn't something new to report every month these days. So my plan is to do it at 18 months, and then maybe every year. Also, the prospect of doing it every month once we have four kids is a little daunting. :) The woman whose blog I got the idea from only has one child, a daughter, who is now 3. She still writes her newsletter every month. They're on month 38!

One thing that I would have written in Jack's 13-month letter is about his new fascination with brooms. It is absolutely hilarious! He spotted a big push broom on our deck a few weeks ago and hasn't forgotten it. He stands at the sliding door and babbles at it. ("Come on! Let me play with you!"). He got his hands on one at the house I do daycare in, and proceeded to carry it around all day. It got to the point where he screamed when I had to take it away to put him down for his nap. What a kid! Well, since we are Swiffer people, we did not have a broom to offer our son. What awful parents we are. We quickly remedied the situation at Target a couple weeks ago. $1.39. I guarantee that's the cheapest toy I ever buy him. And probably the one that will give him the greatest enjoyment!

That's all from our neck of the woods. I hope you are all enjoying this unseasonably warm weather. It makes me long for summer!

baby humor

In an effort to find some information on weaning, I found this funny list on breastfeeding.com. Enjoy!


If Men Got Pregnant

Maternity leave would last two years... with full pay.

There would be a cure for stretch marks.

Natural childbirth would become obsolete.

Morning sickness would rank as the nation's #1 health problem.

All methods of birth control would be 100% effective.

Children would be kept in the hospital until toilet trained.

Men would be eager to talk about commitment.

They wouldn't think twins were so cute.

Sons would have to be home from dates by 10:00 PM.

Briefcases would be used as diaper bags.

Paternity suits would be a fashion line of clothes.

They'd stay in bed during the entire pregnancy.

Restaurants would include ice cream and pickles as main entrees.

Women would rule the world.

24-hour bug takes a 24-hour break

So, I woke up at 1:00 in the morning on Sunday night/Monday morning VIOLENTLY ill. I spent an hour or so in the bathroom, and somehow made it back to bed. I made Dan stay home from work because I couldn't fathom taking care of Jack in my condition. Other than the occasional visit back to the restroom, I stayed in bed all day. I ate a few bites of soup for dinner. I sprawled on the couch to watch the Twins season opener and 24. I thought I was feeling better, but I actually still felt pretty crappy going to bed at 9:30. Well, then Jack woke up at 3:00, and on my way to his room, I thought, "Wow, I am totally back to normal!" Not a bit of the "yuck" feeling left in me! Yesterday was great. I felt 200% better. I got lots done around the house to make up for Monday. I went to bed. I woke up at 4:00 this morning and thought, "Are you kidding me? You weren't done with me yet?" Again, I spent some time on the bathroom floor and eventually made it back to bed, just in time for Jack to wake up and refuse to fall asleep again without nursing. I dozed off and on until 6:45, but it was really nothing substantial, and before I knew it, Jack was up for good and Dan was leaving for the day. Now I'm wondering just how long this is sticking around this time. I have to say that I don't feel AS awful as I did on Monday, but it's still a chore to keep up with Jack when all I want to do is stay in bed all day, sipping Sprite. :)